There was once these two
It was said of them that they were true
Between them was a gulf so enormous
One hand had a rock so gorgeous
Yes true they were and they knew:
Bridging the chasm would lead to certain doom
With no return from the land of gloom.
Never sit down with a married woman,
or sit at table with her drinking wine,
in case you succumb to her charms,
and in your ardor you slide down to your ruin. – Si 9:9
I’m intrigued.